Amarni - Bout It Lyrics

Yea I'm Bossin, I'm flossin
I'm hot, you not
I'm bout it, you doubt it
Your loud, I'm quiet
I move in silence
I make it, you buy it
I'm real, you fake it
Little bitch
Pull up in the spot and I'm flauntin my shit
Sexy ass bitch, big ass no tits
Middle finger up to my competition
This ones for the haters, hope you f*ckers listenin bla
Catch me in the kitchen, yeah I'm cookin (yeah I'm cookin)
Walking past the dudes and they lookin (you can't have it)
Big duffle bag with the papers
In my whip mother f*cker see you later
Hair tied back for when I ride it
I make your eyes roll back when you inside it
I'm a freak if you treat me like a queen
I'm all about that money na mean
Mercedes Benz whatever you call it
The Gucci, the Louis, the fendi, I want it
F*ck it up f*ck it up f*ck it up
Back it up back it up back it up
I put my money where my mouth is and I let it do the talking
Yea I'm Bossin, I'm flossin
I'm hot, you not
I'm bout it, you doubt it
Your loud, I'm quiet
I move in silence
I make it, you buy it
I'm real, you fake it
Little bitch
Flicker the ice on my wrist
Ain't got time for a bitch
Miss me with that bullshit, sipping on my tea
I made your career, you just copy me
Monkey me, monkey do, everything a monkey see
I bang I boogie
You say you know me
Your not my homie
You are a phoney
I don't have time
For cheese and wine
I break my bread
With those that grind
I'm a bad bitch, Ima need an applause
All my bitches real, we got real big balls
I don't take no shit, only take long dick
Got a hundred miss calls
I speak to no frauds aye
Places, I be going places
Ima play my hand like I'm always holding aces
Bitches talking shit, finna turn up to my gig
Sing the words to all my records right before they take a pic
Yea I'm Bossin, I'm flossin
I'm hot, you not
I'm bout it, you doubt it
Your loud, I'm quiet
I move in silence
I make it, you buy it
I'm real, you fake it
Little bitch